Not that it isn't always the time to quote Columbo, but we got to the airport to find that our flight had been cancelled because the "equipment," as they say, is unavailable. IOW, the incoming flight was cancelled, probably because of the typhoon. The good news is that we can still get on a flight that gets us in today. We need to get home today because Celia comes home from camp tomorrow. The bad news is it's on Northwest, everyone's least preferred airline, and we'll get back a bit later. Around 8 instead of 4:30, and now we have to trust American Airlines to get our baggage over to our flight. Considering the bang up job they did in Chicago on our way over, we're both brimming with confidence. Ronnie is so brimming with confidence that she's pulled two chairs together in the airline club and gone to sleep. These will be our 10th and 11th flights on this trip, and I'd have to say that it's just about enough.
Other things we've had enough of:
- Hotel lobbies, bathrooms, and exercise rooms
- Unpacking, including searching for places to put everything
- Packing
- Check-in and baggage claim
- Breakfast buffets and room service
- Voltage transformers
- Elevators and escalators
- Airplane food
- Itineraries
- Working hard to make ourselves understood
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